Kim is ignoring me, looking around the room in awe. Her short hair is pulled into a small ponytail, the back half of it falling out, and she keeps trying to push down the frizzy bits like it’s bothering her.
There’s one massive window that looks out over the side of the cabin, down towards the rapids below on a steep incline. We’re at the base of a mountain but surrounded by plenty of others, and the vantage point makes for some incredible views.
I believe Jude owns property on the other side of the river too, so part of the river itself, but he doesn’t let guests play near the water. It moves too quickly, and as pretty as it is to look at people make dumb decisions all the time and think the water isn’tthatdangerous. Accidental drownings aren’t somethinghe’s willing to deal with, so the gates block off the river on either side for safety reasons.
Inside the space is large, with a bed in the middle of the room for reasons Kim has yet to discover. The walls have a rustic feel as does the decor, and there’s a small in-room kitchenette in case we don’t want to take advantage of the restaurant, snack bar, or breakfast buffet the main cabin offers.
“There’s a fucking sauna,” Kim squeals, throwing open the door near the wide window. “We have a sauna to go with our hot spring - and there’s shade. God, I love shade.”
I chuckle and follow her outside. There’s a low fence that skirts the side of the hill before it drops, and another further down where guests really aren’t supposed to go. The hot spring attached to our room is large and natural, cutting through the rock and creating an oasis. It’s one of the larger pools and could hold eight adults comfortably.
“I can sweat in there and then come sweat out here,” Kim says, clapping her hands mischievously. “You said there’s a main, shared pool? Why the hell is anyone using that?”
“It has its advantages,” I begin, letting my sentence trail off. She kicks off her shoes, going for the straps of her romper as she pulls it down her body. There’s a small mark on her breasts from me, and she wiggles until she can kick the garment off. Pausing, she poses and blows me a kiss. “What are you doing?”
“Rich,” she says, stepping closer to the pool. She dips her toes in, sighs contentedly, and scoots down until she can set further in. There’s rocks that act as steps and seats, and it’s not dangerously deep. If she stands she’d still have her head above water even in the center. “I get that you come here whenever they order and get to enjoy, but I’ve never been in a hot spring that I don’t have to share with a ton of other people. This isourprivate hot spring, right? I’m going to enjoy it nude.”
I smile, watching as she sinks deeper, moaning as she goes. “What about your bag?”
“Mmm, leave it where it fell,” she groans. “It belongs to the couch now. I belong to the pool.”
Smiling, I shake my head and turn away. “Let me get a few things moved around before I get in. Still want to come with me for the delivery? I can run and do that really quick if you want to relax.”
“Mmm,” she says, and that's all the response I get. Glancing over my shoulder, I find her head back and reclined against the rock, sunglasses in place as she enjoys the natural warmth and relaxation of the pool.
Tossing our things on the couch I avoid the dresser for now, and her purse keeps vibrating. The bag is old, and when I tug the strap to set it with everything else her phone, wallet, and second pair of sunglasses spill out.
Her phone stops vibrating just as theUnknowncaller ID fades and a missed call icon shows up. I push all of it back into the bag just as her phone starts buzzing again and the same caller ID flashes across the screen.
Hmm.“Kim, you have a call.”
She groans. “If it’s Bobby, tell him I’m dead to him for the weekend! Wait- no, please don’t answer a call from my boss!”
“It’s an unknown caller.”
She pauses, and when I turn I see her head lifting off the rock. The sunglasses hide her eyes too well. “If it’s not someone saved, ignore it. Get over here already. Get in the hot springs. Drop those pants.”
A little nagging feeling pulls at my thoughts, but I shake it away. I don’t know why it bothers me, but maybe it's all the subtle little secrets Kim hides. Something’s going on in the background that she’s not willing to share. I doubt things willchange this weekend, but I'm hoping she’ll trust me at least a bit more.
I hit the volume key to silence the call and drop it back into her things, heading outside again. She’s still reclined against the rocks, moaning quietly in the pool. I don’t think she’s trying to be sexy, but something about her skin dripping wet and her head tilted back makes my cock throb.
Well, she did tell me what she wants me to do.
I strip in the quiet, and her head doesn’t move at all. Once everything is off, kicked into a pile near the water, I get in, sinking into the pool beside her.
Kimber gives a tired groan, her head rolling towards me. Then sheyawns. “Y-you finally made it in.”
Despite myself, I laugh. My cock that’s semi hard takes a backseat as she moves and lifts the sunglasses revealing her tired eyes. She slept on the way out here for over an hour, and we haven’t been at Euphoria very long. “Need another nap, Dreamer?”
She hums, letting her eyes fall closed again. “Why do you call me that?”
I pause, considering. Now that I know she’s into somnophilia, it feels like a match made in BDSM heaven that I picked out that nickname. But I had no idea at the time. “Your eyes. They always shined like you had big dreams, and you would get lost in thought with your head in the clouds. Like aDreamer.”
“Hmm.” she twists towards me, and I shift until my arms are stretched wide on the rock behind us. The rocks that double as seats are wide enough and at a convenient height that I can easily sit and study her. “I don’t let myself get lost like that very often.”
I frown. “You’ve done that with me for years.”
“Yeah,” she says, fighting another yawn. “I guess something about you makes me feel safe.”
